Today I am having computer troubles. Sigh!
It seems my modem is finished…dead…done.
So I must be off to get one today…I’m rather addicted to my blog and to visiting with all of you.
I hope to get this fixed very soon.
Love,
Linda
“For lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day.”–Evelyn Underhill
We took a wee trip…a get up at two in the morning, come back way after dark, sorta wee trip.
You see there was this auction, where several items of interest were being sold…
And, of course, most of the things ‘dreamed about’ went way, way over our budget. But the next to last row, at the very end of the day (5:30) the (almost) last item in that row, was purchased for a decent price. Once loaded up we headed back home.
Driving in the magic of storms, the fading light, the enchantment of a good buy surrounding us all the way.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Have you ever noticed how life is full of heading somewhere….at a fast pace….
Always going someplace
In a hurry … the feeling always…don’t be late.
A rushing to an fro, and here and there sort of thing.
Then I read this: “The trick is to look where no one else is looking. That’s where the beauty is.”–Giorgia Ori, Photographer
And I thought…YES! That is what I want to do…find the beauty where others are not looking.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Terry wanted to rearrange some of the implements over at the equipment storage area so we spent the very cold, windy, down-right chilly, afternoon straightening everything up over there.
But Lucky me…
While we were over there I saw several old fence posts made out of railroad ties.
Lucky, lucky me! I’ve been needed a few more to finish up my flower beds I’m working on!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Shannon came and got that darling little grandchild to spend the morning with her. After which Shannon would deliver that precious little one to her mother in Grand Junction.
With that…Terry said it was time to finish hauling the dirt.
So off we went…
The sky was full of clouds and the air thick and cold when we started out, by the end of the day we were being battered with wind, dirt, and hints of moisture (which never came).
It took seven loads from there to here and back again. But we finished before supper…finished before dark, finished for another year.
Everyday I marvel at the wonder of my life…it is enmeshed in a thousand strands of daily actions, which bind Terry and I securely to this bit of earth we call our farm.
From my world to your heart!
Linda
After setting the water Saturday morning, Terry and I decided we wanted to watch Tally play soccer. It’s her first year to play.
Studying the Soccer schedule we saw this Saturday was a game at ‘home.’
Most of them are in towns further away…like Glenwood Springs, Rifle, New Castle, but this one today was there…
Off we went to spend time in the sun watching the coach (her dad) and her teammates
In an hour of running, kicking and guarding.
Then…
We got to bring her back here for two nights and two days. She will meet her Mom in Grand Junction of Monday.
Somethings are so precious they defy words!
From my world to your heart,
Linda
We were sitting on a soccer field Saturday, when Terry noticed one of the lights had a giant nest on top.
As the game played out we kept an eye on the nest seeing the little head of the chick inside.
Suddenly an Osprey parent was there, the chirps from the chick were so loud we could hear them over the shouting on the field.
Then (after the food had been passed to the little one) the parent took flight —off to find more food.
It was a glorious site to behold.
Love,
Linda
I finally finished this HUGE project. It took me months to complete!
Whew!
Love,
Linda
After winter we are back in the world of ‘real’ leaving behind that time of dreaming…of planning—a sort of make-believe time, whereby we think of all the things we want to do ‘come spring’.
Saturday Terry got the two new culverts put in and under the driveway. These culverts carry the water from the neighboring fields under our road back into the canal, on it’s way to the other farms below us.
The Red-Winged Blackbirds have decided to live in our thicket of trees and ‘hunt’ along the grass of our lawn…filling our days with restless and constant movement and joyful songs.
Although, the morning air still has the collected cool from the night before I open all my windows giving myself the gift of their songs.
The days are changing rapidly now…more warmth is arriving on the land. And the wind…the wind has come (also)…starting as early as mid-morning; stopping after the sunsets.
It will be this way until all the snow is melted on the Uncompahgre Plateau. By the first of June the wind will have died and the Plateau will be alive with spring flowers and….PEOPLE!
Finally, after last light, we are home. That welcoming refuge of strength and serenity, the soft glow of a few lights, as we settle down for an hour of exquisite delightful relaxation—Terry with a favorite TV show and I with some hand sewing.
Even with all the ‘stuff’ to do….I am so grateful and thankful for the coming of Spring!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The rhythm of our life
The Joy upon our faces and
the sunshine on the land
Morning, noon, and night.
This is the rhythm of our days
The rhythm of the land
The daily rhythm
Even in the way dark of the night
We spend it chasing water
This is the rhythm of our lives!
(Pretty bad, but I couldn’t get that song the Rhythm of the Night out of my head—tee hee)
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
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